Chapter 520 516. Quite a cheerful person
This 200-acre experimental field is now planted with peas, and it is green and endless.

Luo Yihang stopped the car and stood there to watch.

"It's growing so well. How beautiful it would be if all crops were this hardy."

Wang Shaopeng also got out of the car, came to Luo Yihang and sighed.

This guy is not a pure businessman, he still has some pursuits left.

"Take it slow, work hard, and one day you will succeed." Luo Yihang said with a smile.

Wang Shaopeng also smiled and said, "That's right, Senior Sister Wen is with you. With Senior Sister Wen around, any miracle will happen."

Luo Yihang could see that everyone in their group had a kind of "blind" trust in Wenying, or even admiration for her.

Even Wang Shaopeng, the "outer disciple".

"By the way, how are the peas selling now?" Luo Yihang changed the subject.

Wang Shaopeng replied: "It's OK, it's dropped a bit, now the retail price is more than three yuan per kilogram, and the delivery price is about two yuan, so the profit is a bit less. The time has come, and a large number of them are on the market, so it's normal for the price to drop."

"Oh." Luo Yihang nodded, but then he thought, "Oh, that's not right. I remember that the lowest price last winter was five or six yuan. It's not even December yet, and it hasn't been on the market for long. How come it's more than three yuan?"

Wang Shaopeng pointed at the large field of peas in front of him and said, "Don't you think about how much your Xiaoman No. 1 yields? The planting area is now more than 3,000 mu, and the cumulative output is more than 10,000 tons. The consumption in Shancheng in one winter is only 20,000 to 30,000 tons. Moreover, it has not been out of stock for more than half a year, and the novelty has faded. It is not like in previous years when people rushed to buy in large quantities as soon as it was put on the market."

After hearing what Wang Shaopeng said, Luo Yihang frowned and asked, "If it's two yuan, those farmers who grow ordinary varieties of peas will soon make no money."

Wang Shaopeng nodded. "That's about it. If it drops below 1.5 yuan, it won't even be enough to pay our wages. We might as well let it grow. Anyway, the varieties now have their own tops, so there's no need to pinch the tops..."

Luo Yihang sighed, plucked some tender pea leaves from the field, and rubbed them in his hands.

"Oh, what a good thing, it's a pity that it's trapped in Sichuan and Chongqing. In fact, the north also likes it very much, and we should find a way to ship it out."

Wang Shaopeng smiled bitterly, "It's not that easy. This thing is so tender and can't be transported. People outside don't know how to pinch the sprouts before they eat it."

Then he mentioned the beginning, "When I first sold to boutique supermarkets, I used air transport. I picked them at night and put them on the shelves early the next morning. A small amount was fine, but too much was simply not feasible..."
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Until he returned to Tianhan, Luo Yihang was still thinking about this.

After seeing Tian go back, Wang Shaopeng asked some people for information.

After the price of peas plummeted, we organized exports, including those organized by governments at all levels, but the situation was not ideal and the coverage was limited to just a few areas in the surrounding areas.

Local digestion is more effective.

Many vegetable vendors and dealers no longer focus on big cities, but go to counties and towns.

What's worse, they launched a propaganda war, saying that Luo Yihang's Xiaoman No. 1 was produced by the use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and was harmful to the body and unhealthy.

For them, it is useless to raise anything naturally, the only way to be healthy is to eat.

This is too much.

However, the urban population of Shancheng is over 20 million, but less than 30,000 tons of peas are consumed in one winter, which is only more than 2 kilograms per person. Isn't it a bit low?

There should still be a lot of potential to be tapped.

In fact, what Luo Yihang didn't know was that in previous years, the people in the mountain city did not eat up 30,000 tons of peas and then stop eating them, but that they could only provide 30,000 tons.

Then, under the influence of the market, it will be adjusted to a suitable price.

Ordinary pea varieties need to be grafted after planting, and the pea heads cannot be pinched all the time. Pinching two or three times will be enough.

It's nothing like Xiaoman No. 1, which doesn't care about the beans at all and keeps growing rapidly. It needs to be pinched once every ten days, and one round can be pinched twelve times. After pinching twelve times, it needs to be planted again after twenty days, and then it can be pinched again.

The yield of three thousand acres of experimental fields can match that of tens of thousands of acres of ordinary peas.

So much so that when it is now put on the market together with other peas, the market's big players are overwhelmed and are experiencing pain.
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Along the way, Luo Yihang was thinking about whether there was any way to solve the problem.

Although it's not his fault, I just can't get over it.

At a fork in the road, Luo Yihang stepped on the brakes and stopped.

Go left up the mountain and return to Ping'angou. The sign in the straight direction says Chenggu.

After hesitating for a while on the roadside, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out. Go to Chenggu to find Zheng Haowei.

Just do your best to give yourself some peace of mind.

Zheng Haowei's factory is very busy now. From the warehouse to the workshop, and from the workshop to the warehouse, forklifts going in and out are almost lined up.

There is also a special customer service hall on the first floor of the office building, where the sound of typing keyboards can be heard constantly.

It's a prosperous scene, and it's good to see business.

When I entered the door, the security guard at the door should have reported it.

Luo Yihang parked the car and got out to see Zheng Huan’s chubby round face.

With a smile on his face, he asked, "How come Mr. Luo has time to come here?"

"Of course I have something to ask Mr. Zheng, a good thing." Luo Yihang said with a smile.

"Then I'm serious. I just like good things. Go to my office. I just happened to get some good tea. I'm waiting for Mr. Luo to taste it."

“I don’t know how to taste tea.”

"Hey, I was just drinking blindly, just pretending~~"

Brother Zheng is still a wonderful person.

Came to his office with Zheng Huan.

When I walked in, I saw there was another person in the office.

A young man, not tall, quite thin, and a little handsome.

He was taking pictures of Zheng Huan's Duobao Pavilion with his mobile phone.

While taking photos, he muttered: "What does a middle-aged man in his forties do? Playing with stones. Some people say it's called strange stones, but I don't understand. I think it should be skipped on water..."

Zheng Huan heard the last sentence when he entered the room. He immediately got angry and yelled, "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here."

It’s no wonder that he was angry. As a businessman, you can’t bear to hear the word "throwing money away".

When the young man heard the voice, he turned around, quickly pressed the button on his cell phone, and ran over.

It turns out they were shooting a video.

Then Zheng Huan pointed at the young man and introduced him: "My son Zheng Xinxin, Xin of Sanjin."

This name sounds like money.

He then introduced Luo Yihang, "This is Mr. Luo, call me uncle."

Zheng Xinxin was good-tempered and not embarrassed at all. He immediately called out, "Uncle Luo."

Luo Yihang, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable, because Zheng Xinxin looked to be at least 20 years old, and there was not much age difference between them.

"No, no, I'm only 28, just call me brother."

Zheng Xinxin was not polite, "I'm twenty-four, so I'll call you Brother Luo."

Then he smiled at his father and said, "Then the three of us can call each other brothers."

With that smirk still on his face, he was kicked on the butt.

Zheng Huan kicked him again, still not feeling relieved, and started to curse, "Get lost, you son of a bitch."

Zheng Xinxin even dared to retort, "Dad, we are father and son, it's not appropriate to call him a tortoise. I'll make Uncle Luo laugh at me again."

Well, he's a pretty cheerful person.

(End of this chapter)